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TRACKLIST:
01 Ivory
02 Talk
03 No Good Reason
04 Invincible (feat. Daniel Caesar)
05 Endlessly Interlude
06 Killing Me
07 Go Away
08 Waiting On You
09 Petrified
10 Personally
11 En El Olvido
12 Tamagotchi
13 Can’t Get Over You
14 Evergreen
15 Bad Life (feat. Kali Uchis)
16 Mr. Neighbor
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Omar Apollo likes to surround himself with people, which is probably why “Personally”—a song on his debut album, Ivory, that opens with him singing “I really don’t want to be here alone”—is one of his favorites. When we meet, it’s clear that he means it: Omar has positioned himself by a window in a tucked-away corner of Ost Cafe, hidden behind a cluster of well-dressed twenty-somethings spending their Tuesday afternoon consuming expensive coffee in Chinatown.
Omar isn’t really famous yet, but he holds himself like he is; he has people around him at all times. He lives with “three or four” roommates in Los Angeles, and he’s brought one of them along with him today to photograph him, along with his manager Dylan. Later in the afternoon, as we wander around downtown Manhattan before his Jimmy Fallon performance, he tells me about the time he rented an Airbnb in Topanga: “I hated it. I need at least one person. They don’t even have to be talking to me. They just got to be moving around”
Omar moves with grace even when walking through some of the most congested corners of the city, the way someone comfortable with being looked at would; he has nearly perfect posture, razor-sharp bone structure and an impeccable complexion. Wearing a Comme des Garçons sweater and a silver chain, it’s easy to imagine his sculpted face on the billboards hovering over us on SoHo’s busiest avenues.
Ivory, out on Friday, is his debut album after a lengthy series of singles and a pair of EPs, Apolonio (his middle name) and Stereo. Omar makes beautiful post-Blonde ballads, singing aching melodies over fractured beats and echoing acoustic guitars. Although he’s quiet and shy in person, his singing voice is expansive. He writes about being sexually fluid and falling in love with all types of people, without it feeling forced or tokenizing. He’s endorsed by top-tier taste connoisseurs like Tyler, the Creator, and Pharrell, who produced “Tamagotchi,” the catchy third single off Ivory. In certain circles, saying you listen to Omar Apollo means you get it.
But for now, Omar moves serenely behind me through the Soho crowds, untouched. He rarely speaks unless prompted. His isn’t the type of cool that’s obtained by wearing head-to-toe Supreme or smoking packs of cigarettes outside Clandestino in Dimes Square; while wandering through various vintage stores, he quickly identifies what he would or wouldn’t wear and points to warm colors, like Yves Klein blue, that inspire him. If he’s anxious about the reception of Ivory, there’s no hint of it. He says he has no expectations about the public’s perception of the album. “I don’t want to do that,” he says, knowing it would just make him sad.
We stop at a dive bar on Prince Street, where Omar tells me he’s become obsessed with his health since finishing Ivory. He begins each day with a “cold plunge” into a colossal ice tub that’s parked outside his Los Angeles house. He’s super into “hot yoga and shit” and focused on his “gut health” right now. He stopped going to therapy because he decided his friends could provide deeper emotional insights. He’s trying to eat slower, meditate more, and think of growth as an ongoing evolution of self. “I feel like if I’m not sweating, then I’m just going to be thinking too much throughout the day and not be present,” he explains. He looks down as he recounts all of this, as if he knows he might sound like a typical Angeleno transplant, suddenly advocating for raw vegetables and probiotics. “The shit you do to feel normal,” he says while playing with the restaurant’s checkered tablecloth.
